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: Hello, A poem and a song by Tony Small of Galway for your consideration... : Long Beauty. : Where long beauty waits away from human gaze, : Where long waters mirror eternal skies, : Where seasons reign nameless and the cycle holds sway, : All in their own time; the nights and the days : Away to the realm of creatures and land, : Hill, growth, earth, river and all you contain, : Water, fire, air, cold and all growing, : Growing, decaying, all growing again. : Away from the noise, news, traffic and rush, : Away from the hassle, the game, the ambush, : Away from the screen, the fashion, the code, : Away from the cool, and the rules bad and good. : Away from the rumor and the humorless concrete. : Now that I have lived in your city and town, : With your order and laws, your smile and your frown, : I'm through with trading, competing, renown, : Away to the ocean, the sky, the unknown! : I face to the wilderness, bid you good speed, : I'm away to the wild where long beauty waits, : Where long waters mull and the cycle holds sway, : All in their own time; the nights and the days. : Away from the noise, news, traffic and rush, : Away from the hassle, the game, the ambush, : Away. : The Grey Lake of Loughrea. : : Greetings... : : I’ve been singing this for years now and here are the words I sing... : I first heard of it from Sean Ryan (Whistle Maestro) and as he had no melody, I made up my own... : (As heard on the Christy Moore "Box Set" recording.) : : Some say it was written by Padraig Fallon. (Poet of Athenry, Galway) and others attribute it to Brian Mc Mahon (Writer of Listowel, Kerry) : : The Grey Lake of Loughrea. : My heartstrings make me music if I but think of you, : And if you would call me darling, I would wear a feathered shoe, : I would swim the Suir, the Slaney and the Shannon any day’ : Just to talk with you, lovely lady and to walk you round Loughrea. : : If I owned all Portumna and the markets of Athlone, : All the walls and all the money belonged to Limerick town, : I would part them to your people, if you'd let me presume : Just to walk with you, lovely lady, and to be your Squire in Tuam. : : Oro! Fair maid but it's easy to blame the wastrel now. : For who was ever able for to harrow with a plow? : Not reared was I for labor or to watch the seasons play : But gambling, sport and dancing they lost me my Loughrea . : : In her grey house by the water, my love is dwelling still, : She's the moon's only daughter, oh! Lamp upon the hill, : She may braid her hair at evening while those who walk the way, : They think it's the moon that's rising o'er the grey lake of Loughrea. : : Last night, abroad in London, I spent my only crown; : I toasted my own sweetheart and after cried tears down. : I walked the lamps till morning and I heard you hark away, : I wished I were the red fox that you hunted round Loughrea : : Oh, Lent may last till Easter and after summer comes, : With fasting and with feasting when the slow bush buds in full bloom, : The Queen of Hearts is lonely for her joker still to play, : I will lead and take her from you, strong man of Loughrea.. : : Enjoy… : : Tony Small. myspace.com/thetonysmall

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